I.
Sleeping late, then writing and painting, as we wait for the rain to come to an end.

II.
Heading out, after some hemming and hawing, to make reservations at Osteria del Trivio.

III.
Walking down, our options fully weighed, to catch the moving staircase to the top.

IV.
Perched high above the town with all its stone, La Rocca is a mighty fortress still.

V.
On the circled path, we walk the whole way round accompanied by the caprice of weather.

VI.
Headed down, we take the street that leads the crowd beside La Piazza del Duomo.

VII.
Once we are sure there’s nothing going on, we step inside the church to sit a spell.

VIII.
Then back out the way we came, down the steps to the right, beside a favored park.

IX.
Wending our way, past apartments we will only buy in the fever of unbridled imagination.

X.
Stopped short by tomorrow’s date on the Exhibit poster, we double-check the itinerary.

XI.
Turning this way and that, without discussion or map, until we pass SS. Giovanni e Paolo.

XII.
From the corner of our eyes, we spot the patient clerk from the fine arts supply store.

XIII.
Glance inside La Ciocolateria, wondering if Grazia has to work at all on Easter Sunday.

XIV.
A final hitch in our giddy up: five, maybe six, flights of stairs (depending on who’s counting).